I only feel myself when I'm awaywhen I don’t know where I’m going and my mind is running.When I walk along unknown streets and look foreigners in the eyeswondering what their pasts and futures might be.

I only feel myself when I’m out therewhere I’ve never beenwhere people don’t know me and don’t expect anything from me.

I only feel myself when I’m alonewhen I do what I want and go where I want.When I miss the comfort of being with others.

I only feel myself when I’m on the road.On a bus, on a train, on the tube, on a bike.Always moving, always going.

I only feel myself when my mind is so preoccupied with figuring out stuffthat it barely has time to think about the mess that’s going on.I only feel myself when I’m able to create a new me'cause nobody knows who I am anywayso what’s the big deal.What would they do if they knew who I really am?

Sometimes I forgetI have a little tattooon the side of my ribcage smaller than a pennymy little secretfor you to discoverI won’t forget how you kissed it”I didn’t see it yesterday”you said”it was too dark”

I am, however, mostly winterfor all the times I’ve lost my leavesfor all the times I’ve felt cracked inside like the branches of a tree when the snow is too heavy to holdfor all the closed doors and the things left unsaid like those houses in the mountains, with a fireplace in the living room where you need to keep the door closed so the heat stays in I’m right outside the doorfor all the times I’ve felt alone like a park when it’s 4.30 pm and it’s already darkfor all the tears and the runny noses that weren’t due to the icy weather outsidefor the dry skin and the fragile nails and the split ends on my hair.

But my winters are never forevernot even when it seems like it.One day I wake up and I find a flower. It grew overnight.

Something beginning with the warmth of the sun on your skinand ending with the stickiness on the back of your neckwhen you’ve worn your hair down all dayand finally tie it up into a ponytail.

There’s something about long walks by yourselfbut there’s something even better about night outs with someone special.

There’s something about the confidence that summer gives yousomething about your legs beneath a short skirtabout your shoulders showing out of a tank topabout the sandals leaving weird tan lines on your feet.

There’s something exciting in knowing it’s not gonna last foreverit’s only gonna be a couple monthsand then it’ll be over

Something that saystake advantage of me while you canwear those black shorts as long as you canbecause they just don’t look as good in the winterwhen you wear them with tights underneath.